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last weekend, I was up at 4:30am. I packed my bag the night before. Here’s what it contained:

Our team assembled and packed a Jeep full of the day’s necessities.

What kinda trouble were we getting ourselves into? I’ll let the DWD website sum it up for me:

I’ll tell ya what it aint’, it aint’ no place for wimps and it aint a place for pansey, “don’t get my shoes dirty” runners afraid of a few roots and cliffs.

We got our hands dirty…

OK, so not just our hands.

By the end of the day, I was tuckered. out. Bruised, scraped, soaked to the bone… I’d run more miles in one day than ever before… up hills, down hills, through woods, mud, streams, rain and altogether treacherous terrain.

It must be the pink tights. I thought I’d share with you the adventures of my derby persona via kick-ass art. Thanks to the awesome artists who made my life-long dream of being a comic book heroine come true.

It was love at first site when I got my Riedells, but just like any new skater, it’s easy to be confused about fit. The first pair I ordered were FAR too big. Since they come in men’s sizes and not women’s, I was told to order a size to a size and half below what I normally wear.

So on my second attempt, I ordered a 5.5 (I normally wear a 6.5-7 shoe size). And when they fit ‘good enough’ I was far too excited to do anything but strap them on and skate.

So my dearest roller skates… we’ve been together almost two years now, and well.. you’ve gotten a little big. Don’t get me wrong, you still look GREAT- barely a day over one! But I’ve been overcompensating for your stretch… piling on up to six… yes SIX pairs of socks. Which may or may not be contributing to my sore feet, ankles and shin splints.

Ugh. Sorry for the recent gap in posts. I’m in over my head this week. Things have been a little hectic in both my professional and derby lives, however, my personal life has been rather uneventful! (in a good way)…

We did have a nice little Valentine’s Day

I gave Kyle his awesome print (below), and he gave me a vintage pillbox hat (I’ll snap a photo soon)

I have a derby bout in Michigan this weekend, where I’ll be skating with the Tornado Sirens, YES! Wish me luck!

OK, I was going to wait to blog about my new year’s resolutions, but I need to declare one right now: Stop ignoring little things until they become big things. nip.it.in.the.bud.

And leave it to derby to teach me this life lesson.

I’ve been putting off getting new knee pads for weeks, despite two bruised knees. And apparently I’ve got some pent up emotions I’ve failed to deal with as well. I put a big ole crack in the dam when in the first jam of the night, I fell fully on one knee…and all those emotions (in the form of snot, tears and a few expletives) came gushing out right then.

No serious injuries, aside from a big fat bruised ego. At least I didn’t sit and sob. I got right back up, bottom lip quivering, and whimpered my way around the track. This is not the first or last time derby made me cry, but I need to get it together. I’ve got a bout coming up! First order of business is to buy new knee pads. After that? Ugh, who knows. I thought roller derby was supposed to help me get it all out. :)